On the majestic divine mountain, pairs of eyes watched Taren, their expressions varied.
Each of them had heard Taren's earlier mention of the "first generation" God-King, and their hearts were stirred.
The existence of a "first" implied a "second." Did this mean that the venerable Lord of all Gods, Uranus, the King of the Sky, was not the eternal ruler?
It was also under the influence of these words that Uranus chose to directly inquire about the prophecy.
Even if he still considered Taren weak and insignificant, as long as he cared about the position of God-King, he couldn't possibly not ask.
And this was precisely what Taren had hoped to see.
A prophecy is only a prophecy if others know about it.
Fate is only predestined if others know about it.
Taren acted as if he didn't notice the complex gazes of the gods; he looked at Uranus, his tone humble and polite.
"Your Majesty, the God-King, you actually don't need to worry about these things. You are so great, and this world has prospered because of you. You are truly the rightful God-King."
Taren first sincerely praised Uranus, and seeing that the other party was unmoved, he then changed his tone and said in a low voice:
"But you must know that nothing in this world is eternal. The world and time will have an end, and so will the gods."
Uranus's furrowed brow relaxed slightly, as these words didn't sound like a prophecy, which lessened his sense of crisis a little.
At this moment, Uranus had just obtained the powerful divine authority of [Patriarchy] and had gained the world's recognition, reaching a level of creative power that rivaled or even surpassed the primordial gods. This was a time of unprecedented strength for him.
This surging power made him feel that nothing in this world was unchangeable; even if the world truly reached its end, he could forcefully reverse it, because he indeed possessed the power of creation.
However, this didn't seem to explain the phrasing "first generation God-King."
"Respected God of Prophecy, I want to know my fate," Uranus said. "Will there be other God-Kings after me?"
Taren immediately showed a troubled expression, his attempt to change the subject but failing was so obvious. He deliberated before advising:
"Your Majesty, the God-King, sometimes knowing the future is not a good thing. Perhaps not knowing is better."
"Your Highness Taren, you only need to tell me what you see. Do not worry about anything else." Uranus remained completely unmoved.
Seeing this, Taren sighed, as if resigned and regretful.
"In that case, as you wish, Your Highness, the God-King."
"You will rule this world for an era, but your position as God-King will ultimately be replaced by your child."
Taren looked at Uranus, speaking calmly but firmly, word by word: "Kingship is not eternal."
As these words were uttered, the entire divine hall instantly fell silent as if dead. The newly born twelve Titans' expressions changed drastically one by one, and flames of anger appeared in Gaea's eyes, glaring fiercely at Taren.
Gaea was all too aware of how challenging these words were to the relationship between father and son. At this moment, she felt intense displeasure towards Taren. If it weren't for Uranus's presence, she would have likely made a move on the spot.
Among all the gods, the calmest was ironically Uranus, the protagonist of the prophecy.
No unusual expression appeared on the face of this great God-King; there was no anger, no surprise, only a profound stillness, like an ancient well, making it impossible to discern his true feelings.
It was precisely his unexpressive attitude that kept the twelve Titans and Gaea from acting rashly, even though their emotions were churning violently.
"Your Highness Taren, are there other contents to the prophecy?" Uranus asked calmly, as if he didn't care about the treasonous words Taren had just spoken.
"Your child will eventually raise a blade against you, with the help of his kin," Taren said seriously, then bowed slightly, respectfully saying, "Your Highness, the God-King, this is all I can see."
"I am truly sorry, but due to my weak divine power, I can only perceive this much."
He subtly indicated that he had only seen a corner of fate and merely relayed it, rather than creating it.
Uranus nodded, acknowledging his words, as Taren's weakness was visibly apparent.
"Then, Your Highness Taren, what is your request?"
He no longer inquired about the prophecy, as if Taren had just spoken some insignificant words. His indifferent attitude stemmed from absolute confidence in his own strength.
Just as Taren had anticipated.
Uranus, who had just gained the world's recognition and achieved the position of God-King, now possessed the mighty power of creation. It was no exaggeration to say that he feared no challenge.
If Taren's prophetic opponent had been one of the other primordial gods, Uranus might have been concerned, but to say it was his child... Uranus only found it absurd.
The twelve Titans had just been born, but they were already gods of intermediate divine power. After growth, they might become beings of powerful divine power, but that would be their limit.
Uranus even felt that all of them combined were not worthy of being his opponents.
Thus, the prophecy instantly became laughable, but seeing that the prophecy was made by such a weak god, he then found it understandable.
For a moment, he even found himself ridiculous, having actually believed a prophecy from such a weak god, even though everything he said during their first meeting had come true. But it was only once, and that didn't prove anything.
He completely put his mind at ease, even bothering to care about the offensive implications contained in Taren's prophecy, feeling it would be beneath him to do so.
He prepared to fulfill his promise, grant him a reasonable request, and then dismiss him. The thought of such a weak fellow on his divine mountain was an eyesore.
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty, the God-King." Taren showed a delighted expression, and this undisguised emotion made Uranus feel even more disdainful, though he didn't show it on his face.
"I, I want you to acknowledge my divine office as the God-King."
Taren said somewhat awkwardly, "I am too weak, my body, which is a manifestation of my divine office, cannot solidify. If you, as the God-King, are willing to acknowledge it, then my divine office should be completely stable."
At these words, not only Uranus but even the newly born twelve Titans showed expressions of disdain on their faces. Although they knew Taren was weak, they hadn't expected him to be so weak.
Uranus felt increasingly amused, but not at Taren's weakness—Taren wasn't worthy of eliciting such emotions from him. He was laughing at himself, at how he had so solemnly invited such a fellow to such an important divine banquet.
But this request was too simple for him, so he had no reason to refuse.
Moreover, it was just a prophecy divine office, not some important position; even if acknowledged, there would be no hidden dangers.
Nodding calmly, Uranus's majestic voice resounded throughout the entire divine hall, and a strange fluctuation connected with the entire world.
"I, Uranus, in my position as God-King, acknowledge Your Highness Taren's divine office."
A genuine smile instantly appeared on Taren's face. His previously ethereal body instantly solidified, and even his inner divine power surged significantly. The power of fate he already controlled became clearer and more inextricably linked.
The world of Chaos, which had always rejected him, finally fully accepted him at this moment.
Bowing slightly, Taren sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for your help, Your Highness, the God-King."
"You truly are a generous God-King."